Wednesday, December 19, 2007

a case of writer-truth

"but this is what a writer does: his life is a maelstrom of lying. embellishment is his focal point. this is what we do to please others. this is what we do in order to flee ourselves. a writer’s physical life is basically one of stasis, and to combat this constraint, an opposite world and another self have to be constructed daily. the problem that i encountered that morning was that i needed to compose the peaceful alternative to the terror of last night, yet the half world of the writer’s life encourages drama and pain, and defeat is good for art: if it is day we made it night, if it was love we made it hate, serenity became chaos, kindness became viciousness, god became the devil, a daughter became a whore."

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a girl who feels like a woman, a woman who feels like a girl, who spends her time finding herself in music, conversations, books, film and certain television shows; music is my oxygen, lyrics are my language, and words can be the most magical thing there is. i am forever drawn to the ocean, and have never felt a place on earth i feel more at peace then standing on the shore.